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	<title>Metamorphosism &#187; supermarket</title>
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		<title>Christmas Eve at the wrong supermarket</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2021 15:43:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The line at the deli counter moves slowly, but it moves. Everyone is calmer than I expected. A young woman, maybe she&#8217;s 30, or a little younger, appears beside me, touches me softly on the arm. Behind her the rain stops and the sun comes out. She stage whispers, &#8220;I&#8217;m at the wrong supermarket!&#8221; The &#8230; <a href="https://www.metamorphosism.com/?p=5797">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The line at the deli counter moves slowly,<br />
but it moves. Everyone is calmer than I expected.<br />
A young woman, maybe she&#8217;s 30, or a little younger, appears beside me,<br />
touches me softly on the arm. Behind her the rain<br />
stops and the sun comes out.<br />
She stage whispers, &#8220;I&#8217;m at the wrong supermarket!&#8221;<br />
The man in front of me, same age as her, smiles, watching this unfold.<br />
&#8220;Not only that, you have the wrong man,&#8221; I whisper back.<br />
Only then does she see me, old guy unlike her man in every way.<br />
The other man chuckles with warmth.<br />
So do I.<br />
We have all felt what she is feeling.<br />
She hooks her arm into his.<br />
They leave for the right supermarket.<br />
I stand where I am,<br />
waiting for my cold cuts,<br />
still feeling that touch.</p>
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